I went to Gipsy King’s concert tonight, with my soon-to-be ex, in Wolftrap. It was a nice way to end our relationship, with dancing, tears, kisses, and drinks. We will remain good friends, I’m sure.

Gipsy Kings are very popular in Iran and I have a lot of sweet and bitter memories with their songs. All those memories kept coming back to me during the concert. I remembered a party in Tehran many years ago, where the guy I loved then was holding and kissing a girl while another guy was playing the guitar and singing Ay mi manera. I remembered all the men I’ve once loved. And then I somehow felt relived to dance alone with Baila Me at the end of the concert…

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